Han Wu advanced through the base smoothly, killing anyone who crossed his path. His heightened senses let him avoid dead ends and navigate directly toward the facility’s core areas.0

He rounded a corner and came face to face with Fawkings, who stood menacingly in the middle of the passage, clad in a black leather jacket and gripping his longsword.0

“Invader, you aren’t half bad.” Fawkings complimented him as they locked eyes.0

Han Wu didn’t bother to respond and sent his Flying Arrow hurtling toward Fawkings. This time, the sharp weapon met its match. It stopped just ten centimeters from Fawkings and couldn’t move any further no matter how hard Han Wu...1